THE OCEAN WALK
by Roseann Procopio on Sunday, August 7, 2011 at 3:04pm
I walked along the beach, feeling the cool rush of the cold New Jersey waves hit against my legs. As I walked I searched the sands for a token of the seas. I noticed many broken shells and fast moving sea weed. I bent down and caressed the feel of the water and the spray of the salt, then I noticed a shinny sea shell. I picked it up and examined it closely it was perfect.
My mind flashbacked to that one perfect day that we all walked on the boards in Seaside Height, NJ. Frank and I, holding hands and walking behind our kids: Denise, Andrea and Joe. I remember that I could see each of my children at the age they were then, and their phantom bodies of them at their younger ages. Denise, 8, Andrea, 5 & Joseph at 3. It was a picture perfect day; a day that I felt so good, a day forever eched in my mind.
Now that I am older and alone, the kids grown and married with families of their own - that day was a reflection of the past reminding me that life too passes quickly by. I cherish this memory and I hope that each of you reading this, will have or have had a special moment in time.
Rose Ann Procopio
August 2009
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